Big Bottom- Gay

[KXC]

Mickae-6’2 football linebacker,
240 pounds muscle and fat,
Black hair, brown eyes
Italian, hairy,
Dick personality,
Huge butt, 7 inch dick

Jayce- 5’3 guy who works out in secret
160 pounds, almost completely muscle,
Dirty blonde, blue eyes,
White, not hairy body,
Quiet nervous guy, shy, or so it seems
Huge butt, 8 inch thick cock

Big Bottoms
“What’s wrong queer?” Mickae looks at Jayce while dropping Jayce’s homework on the ground piece by piece. It was that time of day when the leader of the jocks found a broken play thing to make more broken. Jayce looked broken and defeated in the hallway wearing his usual bulky navy blue hoody and baggy beaten jeans. Jayce always looked so weak and timid. He kind of deserved it. Well, that’s what Mickae thought. Mickae sneered with his unnatural bright smile and twinkling brown eyes under thick black bushy brows with long thick eyelashes. His Italian background gave him great genetics. Mickae stood a proud 6’2 of muscle and fat. Surrounded by his usual goon squad of athletes, he felt right at home bullying this 5’3 short fuck. Jayce, surrounded by jeering athletes, all bigger than him, felt at home too, but in ways that made “in need” children look happy. Jayce’s floppy dirty blonde hair did little to mask his uncomfortable look of depression. Mickae kicked Jayce’s dislodged belongings down the hallway after he was bored gnawing at Jayce’s self-esteem. It’s not that Mickae hated Jayce. Mickae didn’t really know what it was, but he got off on it. Made him feel even better than he already was. He couldn’t get a girl to do more than a hand job, nor did he really look for girls, period. He was too focused on his career budding career after high school. He needed the extra man boost to get him through the day. As Mickae walked away, he looked over his shoulder to see Jayce looking back at him, but not his face, but his beefy butt stretching his jeans. Mickae knew he had a gigantic bubble butt on torso sized quads. Guys smacked it in the locker room all the time and it was just a passing joke. To see some guy stare at it, with a look of hunger in his piercing blue eyes barely covered by dirty blood hair, was something that made him on edge. It made him feel dirty. It made him feel weird. Mickae disregarded it and kept walking, his butt bouncing from side to side with every step. He never wanted to cause anyone real harm. He knew that if he brought it up, he would be forced to act upon it to protect his image of a tough guy.

Mickae went through the school day with no real qualms. He was a senior, had a scholarship and a great college after high school, and a decent home with an average Red F250 for a truck. Coasting with good grades he worked for, Mickae was a good guy at everything except his personality. He his dickish qualities made a lot of people envy him, or want to sleep with him. The girls mostly hated him, but wanted to sleep with the rumored big dick. The schools openly gay fags jeered at him when he walked by them in the hallway. Mickae did nothing more than say a couple of bloodthirsty words and they scattered and swooned. They were just teasing, and Mickae really didn’t hate them. He just needed to look hard. He did a good job at looking the part of a big hard jock. If they only knew how nice he was deep down. If they only knew he could be passive… even a sub.
What really got Mickae twisted was what happened that afternoon. After football practice, Mickae talked with the coach for a good hour about plays they could make to win the championship and give Mickae more options at being a big player for college. When he got back to the locker room, he noticed something unusual. Someone was still in the weight room. The weight room and the locker room were connected by a door, so you could hear someone working out still at that late hour of school. Mickae thought it might have been Brandon, one of the schools body builders, but it wasn’t anyone other than Jayce.Mickae opened the door to smell the familiar smell of must and sweat that felt like the usual. Mickae looked around the gym and saw a guy doing seated rows. He looked curiously at the guy how looked pretty built. Mickae didn’t realize it was jayce at first. Jayce always wore baggy hoodies with baggy jeans. Now Jayce was shirtless, and rippling with hard, clean muscle. Huge beefy pecs, tight defined abs, thick legs. Jayce was hot…

And the moment that thought hit Mickae, Mickae panicked and gasped at his disbelief for the weird, but not a lie, thought he had. He had never really paid attention to guys like that, but something about Jayce, and his short body packed with muscle, got him going. Something about Jayce always got him going. Jayce whipped around from his workout of seated rows, sweaty and confused, and panicked. Nobody was supposed to be here this late. That’s the reason he always came around this time. He quickly put on his hoody over his bulging pecs, but couldn’t do anything about his thick thighs thinly covered by white shorts that made his piercing electric blue eyes even more domineering. ‘Why am I even caring about his eyes,’ thought Mickae. They pulled Mickae in and made him feel small even though he was almost a foot taller than Jayce. Jayce spoke for maybe the third time Mickae ever heard him speak as Jayce made a C around Mickae and said, “ Sorry,” in a deep, velvet, and rippling voice. Mickae’s heart fluttered, and felt the front of his football tights and jock get tight. Mickae was in his football uniform except his jersey and pads, expecting to just shower. Mickae wanted to cum right there, but he knew better. Anyone could walk in. Mickae let himself calm down in the weight room as he tried to get control of his “unusual” thoughts. He walked back into locker to hear a shower running. Mickae thought the unusual thought that pushed his boundaries… ‘ I gotta see him naked.’

Mickae knew that this was dangerous road he was walking down. He couldn’t get called out for being a fag. That word would end his entire career before it even started. As he was thinking all of this over, he was taking his tights and jock of his huge butt and ample dick, walking to the shower with the towel that usually covered his shoulder, now over his body hiding himself, and turning on the faucet across from Jayce. Jayce turned around to see Mickae there behind him. “I’m sorry, I thought you were already leaving. I’ll go.” “No you stay. It’s no big deal man.” Mickae said this with a nervous laugh turning around and seeing Jayce’s body facing towards him. Mickae’s eyes were dragged down to a lump between Jayce’s legs. Mickae’s jaws dropped as he saw Jayce was packing a flaccid huge cock on his 5’3 frame. His tight abs and bulging thighs did nothing but make the cock look even fatter and longer than it already was. Mickae looked back up at Jayce who was staring him dead in his eyes with the piercing blue stare. Mickae turned around to the shower again to hide his impending boner. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me!!! I’m not gay!’ thought Mickae as his butt started to feel weird and tingly and his dick hardened. Mickae looked over his shoulder to so Jayce staring at his huge beefy butt. Mickae started slouching in nervousness. His butt felt like it had a mind of its own and knew what it wanted. He never felt so tiny and objectified, and he never thought he’d get tired of the feeling. Mickae started soaping himself up and would turn around to see Jayce back to minding his business, still soft, and still unusually calm.

Mickae was taken aback when he felt hands on his ass from a low angle. His soapy butt was being groped. “What the fuck are you doing man?” “Whatever I want,” replied Jayce in his deep rippling voice. Mickae didn’t know how to reply. He was really confused. He didn’t wanted to hit Jayce, and he was sure Jayce would put up a good fight if he did. Jayce pushed Mickae slightly forward which for Mickae to use the wall as a brace to keep himself up. This also allowed Jayce more access to Mickae’s asshole. Jayce didn’t waste any time. He went to eat Mickae’s ass like it was chocolate ice cream on a cone. Mickae, moaned and groaned as he tried to grab the wall, then Jayce’s head to make him stop, go deeper, stop, go deeper, and try to make up his mind upon what he wanted. ‘I’m not gay…’ Mickae keep thinking to himself as he found his knees buckling and him in a kneeling position for the ass eating he was getting from Jayce. Mickae kept moaning as Jayce dug deeper with his tongue and reached through Mickae’s legs to stroke Mickae’s painfully hard cock. Mickae had never been touched this way. He never even experimented this far other than jacking off and playing with his nipples. Jayce suddenly stopped. Mickae turned around just to see Jayce manhandle him onto his back, legs next to his arms, and face to face with Jayce’s piercing blue eyes. Jayce moved to Mickae’s neck and gave it the same eating he gave his ass. Micake found himself pulling Jayce toward him. Mickae’s thoughts went from being ‘I can’t be gay,’ to ‘God he’s good.’ As Mickae pulled jayce towards him, Mickae could feel Jayce’s huge cock touching his fat ass. Mickae got nervous again and tried to push Jayce at the chest with his hands. Jayce leaned up off of Mickae, his cock touching Mickae’s twitching and wet hole. Jayce looked down at Mickae with a passive and curious look. He didn’t say anything for a second. He just looked from Mickae’s twitching cock, to his hungry looking face. “You want me to stop? Now?” Mickae couldn’t answer. He wanted to say no. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to run, but he also wanted Jayce back on top of him. Mickae simply looked back up with pleading eyes for Jayce to make up his mind for him. He wanted Jayce to keep being dominate. He needed Jayce to make the decision for him. He wanted Jayce to fuck him. Mickae, mouth opened, just breathed husky deep breaths. Jayce looked back at him focused, concentrated, and demanding of an answer. Jayce wasn’t moving until Mickae gave him the answer he needed. They both knew that to be a fact.

“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please… don’t stop.”
And upon Mickae finishing the plea that wouldn’t be his last, Jayce thrust the tip of his cock into Mickae’s hungry whole. Mickae yelped and tried halfhearted struggle away from Jayce, but Jayce was back on top of Mickae’s bent in half body with the curiosity of a leopard on prey. Jayce then began to thrust slow and deeper into Mickae’s quickly expanding whole. Mickae didn’t know what he wanted anymore. It hurt. It felt weird. He was so exposed and turned on he didn’t know what to think. And then Jayce’s naturally banana cock hit Mickae’s G-spot. That touch, and the next touch, and the next one, sent Mickae’s hands from pushing Jayce at his chest to grabbing Jayce’s bulging arms and shoulders. Mickae went from husking breathing to moaning, and finally, begging. “Don’t stop. Please? Don’t stop.” Mickae couldn’t even figure out where Jayce had gotten these skills. He was good. Damn good. More than just a couple of times good. Jayce went slow, fast, circles, and deep with short strokes with visa versa styles. Mickae didn’t know when it was going to stop, and he didn’t want it to ever stop. Mickae than started feeling his eyes role back, and he felt tingly. He couldn’t figure it out. He usually felt like this when he was masturbating.

But this feeling was radiating from that G-spot that Jayce’s fat cock keep hitting. It felt like how he had heard some of his girl friends had said their orgasms had felt. Deep. Radiating. And it wouldn’t stop! It kept building. Mickae kept nibbling, pulling and, and rubbing on Jayce’s muscled body as the feeling kept building, he realized he wasn’t hard. He trip to grab his cock, but Jayce quickly pinned his hands above his head on the floor. Mickae didn’t know how he was gonna cum without a soft cock. Then he felt his body go over the point. His didn’t know he was coming yet, but he knew his body was seizing, his body felt like it was on fire, and he saw stars. He blacked out. When he came to 2 minutes after his orgasm finally calmed down, he felt Jayce’s fat cock still hard inside of him. He then saw Jayce sneering down at him in a hot sexy curious look. And then, against, and for Mickae’s wishes, Jayce started thrusting again…

To be Continued

 

[KXC]

my first time at a story.. so it's still pretty rough... lol

 

[gayisch1]

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[KXC]

Jayce and Mickae
Big Bottoms
Jayce laid awake at 2 am for no other reason than a feeling of accomplishment. As he laughed inside his head, he grabbed his hefty package between his legs with one hand. He liked the feeling of his hand not being able to grab the entire log of a dick he owned. He also liked the feeling of his new gigantic slut sucking ass of his new bottom acting like a pacifier on his cock. He remembered the look on his Micake’s face after the 6 orgasm Mickae succumbed to during the 3 hour fuck. ‘The bitch didn’t know what hit her,’ Jayce thought as he chuckled out loud remembering the feel of Mickae pulling on his thick chorded arms as he made Mickae give up his masculinity for another scratch on his bitch spot. On the other hand, he counted his accomplishments.

One. Brandon. Brandon never bothered Jayce, but he also never protected Jayce for all of his years they had been in school. To make matters worse, that was elementary school at Dueval Elementary, where Jayce’s torture began. Brandon was by far the first, and easiest. That’s why he was chosen. Jayce felt Brandon was hiding something for years. He knew that Brandon just needed the slightest nudge in the right spot to open up. So, Jayce started working out all summer of middle school ending to be in shape to finalize his plan. His body was cut up even at the young age of 13, but he still wasn’t there yet. He had a plan, and he planned to act on it. He studied biology and anatomy to prepare for these moments. Lots of real homemade porn and blogs taught him how to fuck to make the bitches cream over and over again. He planned on making this bitch come till he had phantom orgasms. Brandon was just a bystander who was no longer going to be innocent. ‘Hell,’ Jayce had thought, ‘doing nothing is as bad as doing something. This bitch has it coming.’ Jayce made his move on his 18th birthday. He invited Brandon to his house for a beer or two. Brandon being a nice guy, and his only break in his diet for body building was alcohol and laffy taffy, obliged for free beer he didn’t have to steal or pay for from his brother. Brandon’s body was 5’10 of solid, compact muscle. No beef on the bones. Just straight chorded and expressed muscle from hours at the gym. Brandon worked out for more than just the reason of competitions. He needed to hide the fact of his tiny friend. Brandon’s 19 year old cock was small, and he compensated with bulging biceps, tight hamstrings, and near zero percent body fat. Hey knew he could keep the guys from noticing his tiny junk if he just looked good everywhere else. Showing off to Jayce would just prove the fact he was right. They drank for hours talking about college plans. Then Jayce took off his shirt to start a competition with Brandon. Brandon, like everyone else, had no idea Jayce was stacked. Brandon was eager to show Jayce who was boss, but quickly started losing his thoughts when Jayce started touching muscles that most people didn’t touch. Or touching them in ways most people didn’t know made him feel good. Jayce rubbed every spot from Brandon’s tight pecs to his inner gluts. Jayce rubbed in between Brandon’s thighs, but never even touched Brandon’s dick. Brandon’s mind quickly muddled with the feelings of pleasure. Amongst the groping and feeling, Brandon got his little 4 inches hard. Embarrassed, he tried to back out of the show off match. Jayce, to calm Brandon down, and also catch Brandon with the bait, pulled down his pants. “No big deal bro. We all get hard.” Brandon saw Jayce’s huge cock on his tiny frame and got even harder. As the tension built in the room, Brandon got stuck in confusing thoughts that he knew were gay. He didn’t want to go in this alone. “You can touch it if you want.” Brandon reached for the fat cock between Jayce’s short stocky legs. That was all it took for Jayce to take Brandon’s masculinity into his hands, and Brandon’s ass on his cock.

Two. Jayce laughed out loud as he remembered Mitch the bitch who had to transfer schools. He had been caught in the showers with two fingers up his ass as he shot across the room. Nobody had understood why he was doing it. Mitch had fucked every cheerleader in the school and some in the neighboring schools. He had a thing for chicks in skirts, but he soon learned he had a thing for thick cock when Jayce saved him from expulsion. Mitch high and tight hair cut with emerald green eyes got the girls looking at his Brawny man face. His thick and hairy body got them looking at his everything. Especially the AP Math teacher who helped him work for his grades after school every day. Jayce hadn’t even thought about Mitch until he saw Mitch pounding his teacher in the principal’s office. Jayce was on his way to the gym to remain on his focused goal. He had his list in his head, going over and over again the order, when he heard the moaning of a bitch in heat. Jayce knew that sound enough from real homemade porn to know that whoever was getting fucked was having their spot hit without mercy. He looked into the window of the classroom to find a big hairy ass flexing and relaxing in front of him. He saw two slender legs spread wide to accept the hips and cock giving her pleasure. Mitch’s pants were pulled down to mid-thigh as his teachers skirt was pulled up to let Mitch give her Jesus again. Mitch pounded and pounded. Jayce clicked and clicked as he let his fingers play over his phone recording every moment for his new practice toy. Jayce cornered Mitch the next day with his blue eye’s that were gaining confidence with every fuck. In his hand, a phone playing the video and sound of Mitch’s teacher screaming his name as he gave her the second orgasm of her day. Mitch was enraged enough to attack the short fuck who wore nothing but hoodies and baggy jeans, the punchline of every joke, who now had his grades, and his fuck toy, hanging in jeopardy. “You touch me, I’ll send it to the school, and then I’ll break your legs.” Mitch stopped. Jayce… spoke. And it wasn’t the little tiny voice he was expecting. It was dominate, deep, and dangerous, and unlike how Jayce acted during the day, confident. Mitch backed down and pleaded, like they all end up doing. Mitch ended up forgetting to plead for the video to go away and instead pleaded for more dick up his tight, fat ass. Jayce dropped Mitch after that fuck, thinking it was boring how someone could come five times in eight minutes. Mitch, needing to feel the feeling again so desperately, lost control one day at school and took the matters of he’s begging asshole into his own hands.

As Jayce was getting ready to count to three, his phone vibrated on the oak handmade nightstand he made when he was a freshman. Jayce reached for his Samsung with his left hand. His right was taking care of his growing issue between his legs. The screen brightened to read a text message. Jayce smiled at the words he knew would be coming soon. It took Mickae a week, but he finally succumbed to the phantom orgasms he’d knew he’d be getting.

“Please. Fuck me again.”

To be continued.

 

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Mickae and Jayce
Big Bottoms
Part 3
Mickae laid on the white dingy tiled floor darkened with age. He didn’t want to move from the cold of the tile and the warmth of the shower still splashing water next to his exhausted body. ‘How long have I been here for?’ He really didn’t care. He was more focused on the sensitivity of his body. He could feel everything. His quarter sized nipples where still taunt off his ripped muscular pecs. His thighs still felt like velvet when he rubbed them together. He never felt so good. He never felt so bad. His ass never felt so good. It throbbed on every heartbeat, now living, and hungry. He lewdly slow fucked the air every now and again when his butt demanded to be fed. He couldn’t believe that short fuck did this to him. He couldn’t even comprehend what that short fuck made him feel. After Jayce did what he planned, he came in Mickae, slapped Mickae’s ass, got up, and walked out, leaving Mickae on the floor convulsing from the after orgasms. Mickae’s body finally eventually quieted down enough for Mickae to be alone with his new thoughts. These thoughts Mickae had no idea how to handle in his 19 year old mind. Mickae jumped up and got under the shower to wash of his beat body made thick by hours of football and heavy eating. Mickae showered and quickly left the locker room. He got into his car and went to his friend’s party. Ashley had told Mickae about the party in the attempt to get Mickae to sleep with her. She was a V-card taker and proud of it. Mickae knew what she wanted, but was just planning on using her alcohol.
Mickae was wearing his dark gap jeans hugging his fat ass with a snug white tee over his solid torso. His hair was spiked in the forward Justin Bieber haircut. He wanted to dress simple and not cause too much attention to himself, but he was getting the undesired effect of his Patrick Swayze dress style. Girls cling at his shirt, and his buddies gave him the friendly ass slaps that weren’t just friendly to him anymore. He didn’t say more than two words as he B-Lined for the alcohol and started downing beers. With each beer, the memories of earlier that day disappeared till nothing but the blaring music of Azaelia Banks whispered sweet lyrics into his mind. Ashley, the host of the party, Mitch’s ex, found Mickae deep in his denials. She walked to him in ‘fuck me’ blue dress she wore on occasions when she really needed the D. Mickae didn’t even notice her as she wrapped her arms around his arm and slowly pulled him to her bedroom. He finally snapped out of his intoxicated and clouded trance when he saw her pulling off her dress. “Wait. I can’t do this right now. I’m way to fukin drunk,” he slurred. He really didn’t want anything to do with sex. He was still trying to block out what Jayce had did his quivering and nostalgic pucker. Ashely cocked her head upon hearing his weird words. No guy ever turned her down. Captain of the fucking volleyball team, straight A student, and a part time model to boot, Ashley would not be turned away. She would not be turned away by the hottest asshole in school. She wanted dick. She wanted the V- card. He had both, for now... She pushed Mickae to her bed and with the quickest hand movements had his pants halfway down his thighs in less than a second. She was on her knees sucking his flaccid cock in the next second. He wasn’t into it. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d had done hours earlier. What had he done? He didn’t want to remember, but a feeling of something wet sliding out caught his attention…
‘I forgot he came in me!!!’ Mickae picked her up off her knees and started making out with her with the intent of a demeantor. He couldn’t allow her to find out what was forcing him to remember with slow greasy pace. She quickly was impressed with the change of tune he was giving her and kept pulling his ass towards her thighs. She thought he was getting hard because of her, but he was only getting hard from someone touching his fat ass. His ass was hungry, and anything would do. Even the feeling of cum warming and cooling on his asshole with each kneed from her small feminine hands made his body show it’s appreciation. He quickly started moaning as the feeling got more intense on his body. She jumped onto his hips and wrapped herself around him. As she did, he was pushed onto the shorter post of her Victorian bed. As she forced his thick cock to enter her and take his virginity, his asshole was pushed closer and closer to the thin metal post with a ball the size of her tiny delicate fist at the top. He tried to push up and off of it, but her power thrust down on his cock drove his twitching pucker closer to the ball at the top of the post. His butt knew what it wanted. Mickae tried with halfhearted thrust to get off from the post, but his legs would not concede with his minds wishes. ‘What fuck is wrong with me,’ Mickae thought as his legs spread wider for the event that was going to eventually happen with physics. His beefy butt spread and allowed the non-sexual object to become more of a rule 34 with each thrust. With one hard thrust down in her attempts to get him off, and her, he felt the ball enter his ass. He gasped and pulled her closer. She, thinking she was finally getting somewhere with her pussy game, started thrusting harder down as he tried to lift her up. His legs faltered and he fell deeper onto the post till it hit his spot. Mickae saw stars. He moaned and felt the familiar flush through his body to his perking nipples. He needed this. He couldn’t run from this. He didn’t want to run from this.
He immediately started humping back with more vigor than before. His moans being deeper and more pitched. Every moan started from deep in his G-spot as she moaned back from her clit being wrekt. Every down thrust rubbed his cherry and made his dick twitch. She had no idea Mickae was enjoying pleasures other than her tight twat. His body was getting sweaty with the sexual tension his ass was making him feel. He couldn’t get enough of his ass spot being banged by a post. Mickae pounded her through 4 orgasms till finally he pulled out and came all over the floor with a cry of blissful agony topped only by Jayce. His load was huge. Jayce never allowed Mickae to touch his dick when he was getting fucked. It was all about Mickae coming like a bitch in heat. Mickae just came from the inside. His first cock orgasm of the day came for Ashely, and she was please to look behind her and see shots of cum shoot out 6 feet behind her onto the cherry wood floor. She hopped off and collapsed into a drunken sex slumber on her bed. She didn’t even notice Mickae’s awkward position. Mickae sat on the post quietly in disbelief that he had escaped notice. He couldn’t allow anyone to know what he was becoming. ‘What am I becoming? Am I…?’ Mickae quickly pulled himself off the ball post with a painful pop. He pulled up his pants and dipped out the house with shame. His first time fucking a girl, and he wasn’t even fucking her. He was fucking himself.

Mickae skipped school for the rest of the week. He didn’t want to see Jayce. He especially didn’t want to see Ashley. He knew that if he saw either one of them, he would be reminded of the feeling that they gave his ass. He told his parents he was sick and just wanted to rest. Knowing Mickae was having no trouble in school, they let him stay home. Mickae pounded weights in his basement to make everything in his head go away. Mickae pushed through Fly’s, powered through bench presses, and finished with power cleans till he couldn’t lift the bar anymore. He worked out till he couldn’t even walk. There was nothing in the basement but weights. His dad had set it up that way so when they work out they wouldn’t be distracted. That’s when the thoughts came back. Being left alone with nothing but his thoughts, Mickae had no choice to remember his feelings. The thirst for something rubbing his ass quickly made him fall back into the lustful thoughts he had when fucking Ashely. ‘On a post…’ Mickae was ashamed of what he did, but it also turned him on he got away with it. The feeling of cum lubing his ass as he fucked himself and her. The tightness of her pussy was a plus. Imagining it was Jayce rubbing his spot was the thing that sent him over the edge. Mickae eventually feel asleep on the floor in a sweaty heap of muscle. The feelings started attacking him when he slept. He couldn’t escape it. The throbbing of his needing ass sent him into thrusting motions while he tried to stay still. He tried touching the spot himself, but his beefy ass wouldn’t let his fingers get that far. His sex induced sleep walk through his body made him try too many things to get his spot smashed, but he was too tired to do anything really pleasurable. Mickae awoke so… defeated, hungry, and needing. He took out his phone and got one of his friends to get Jayce’s number. He typed the message without even thinking. His ass was now in control.
Jayce was going to make him cum. He needed Jayce to make him cum.
Jayce was going to fuck him again.
And Again.

 

[KXC]

Jayce and Mickae
Big Bottoms
Part 4

Mickae couldn’t wait anymore. Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough for his twitching butthole. He was back in school for Monday, and the rumors from the party last week had already hit like a twister. All the girls had heard what a great fuck he was, how big his dick was, and how he could go forever. They also knew how affectionate he could be when holding you tight. Ashley didn’t skip a detail that she could remember. She also didn’t know why Mickae was avoiding her. Mickae wasn’t avoiding her at all. He couldn’t even think of her. What he was trying to avoid was the anger he felt Jayce would feel when he found him. They had agreed on Wednesday for Mickae to get what he needed, but what if Jayce felt betrayed, or even worse, hateful. Ashley and Jayce spent most classes together, but she didn’t even know who the little fuck was. But Jayce knew everyone, and everything.

Thing about it was, Brandon had already informed Jayce that Mickae was getting lucky at Ashley’s party just for conversation. Brandon felt Jayce and him were close friends, if not lovers in a weird relationship. Jayce thought Brandon was a talking, walking, pussy, but was no less intrigued with the information. Jayce was using this time to think about how to handle Mickae. He couldn’t allow his bitch to go off and fuck others. Jayce was taught to be territorial, and was a little… peeved. Jayce finally made his appearance behind Ashley when she went to confront Mickae in the hallway. Jayce knew how to keep a low profile in any situation, so he went unnoticed for being so close. Well almost…

Mickae couldn’t believe that he was getting yelled by at with Jayce right behind the person of the accusations and hate speech. Ashley was relentless. She attacked him in the middle of his man crew. He couldn’t back down. He had to remember. Mickae had to remember what kind of person he was before Jayce. He had to be a dick again.
“Fuck off you lose cunt. Nobody is studying you and your basic body. I could have had any girl in this school, but your thirsty ass ‘needed’ this dick. (small laugh) You waited till I was drunk to have sex with me. How sad is that? Fuckin slut.” Mickae laughed as he walked off. Hearing her crying was the finisher to his epic walk off. Everyone was surprised to see Mickae attack her so openely and relentless. He turned back for a second, looked Jayce right in his eyes, and said with calm distinct ferociousness, “ FAG.” He turned back, high fived his friends, and continued on his way. He remembered is swag. He had a foot hole in his masculinity. He knew what he was again.

‘Hmm…’ Jayce watched Mickae swagger away. ‘Well this is a nice change of scenery’. Brandon appeared next to Jayce in a heartbeat. “Want me to tear him to shreds. It will be easy. Just say the word sir.” Jayce looked at Brandon with a new found fondess for his eager bitch. “I got this. Go away.” Brandon looked down at the ground, stepped from foot to foot as he contemplated his next words. “ I love you Jayce.” Jayce looked at Brandon with the cold domineering look of his Master, and with that, Brandon walked off without another word.
Jayce’s teacher had never taught him what to do if his bitches lost their place. He was only taught how to make sure they remembered they were nothing but cock addicts. He needed to get some lessons. It’s been too long since he chatted with number three...
Mickae, although feeling his old swagger, still felt nervous around Jayce. His football buddies knew he was out of his old funk, but they couldn’t figure out why Mickae ignored Jayce until now. It used to be an everyday thing for Mickae to humiliate Jayce, but for almost 2 weeks Mickae had ignored, or avoided Jayce completely. Mickae was focused on reestablishing his power he’d knew people thought he lost. His twitching butthole felt miles away. Jayce felt less powerful. He didn’t need it as much as he thought. He was a man again.

After school Jayce went to furniture store. He B-lined straight to the back of the store without question or conversation. Everyone already knew who he was. Everyone knew why he shouldn’t be bothered. They would anger their master if they bothered the boy. Jayce walked to the back and closed the office door behind him. He was immune to the sight of someone with their legs up and moaning like a bitch. Jayce stood quietly waiting his turn to be greeted. The moaning bitch didn’t even hear Jayce enter. He was too focused on his continuous orgasm. He’d been coming for 10 minutes at this point, and was slowly losing his ability to even remember he wasn’t touching his dick, or that he didn’t want to. The thin man with a thick six inch cock fucking him with the expert strokes didn’t bother acknowledging Jayce’s attendance. He had a job to do. His coal black eyes and black Irish looks were used usually to make him seem unassuming and focused, but at this moment, they were all engaging, strong, defiant, and diligent with concentration. The bitch’s hands were tied above him. The now huffing and moaning slut couldn’t keep his hands off himself, and thus, had to be stilled. His sucking and self-wetting ass was getting what it needed. As the moans turned into pleads for more, and pleads turned into all out begging for it to never end, the master figured he had taken all of what he needed to take from this ex- navy seal muscle fuck. Finally the Master pulled out his cock, cut the zip ties around the bottoms slut’s hands. The slut looked at him with a confused and hungry look that Jayce had learn was his master’s skill. “Go back to your wife outside, buy her the best couch in the store, and I will fuck you from start to finish on the day it’s delivered.” The slut looked at the Master, this guy he was far weaker than him, but so much more dominant, as he talk to him with a matter of fact future plan. He didn’t know how to respond. “Well, that’s what you want. Right?” The Master’s fat cock was still swinging in front of him like a conductor’s baton. Every bob of his fat cock made the bottoms head slowly more rigorously shake up and down till the words tumbled out. “Please. Yes!!! Fuckin yes man. I need that again.” The Master then looked at his new addict with the passive controlling snake like look, and then the door. It wasn’t hard for the man to figure out what that meant. He quickly threw on his clothes on his clothes and left.

The Master then looked straight forward while getting his breathing under control. After he had calmed down from his focused and diligent workout, he finally acknowledged Jayce with the same voice he used on the mulling slut. “It has been a while Jayce.” The Master’s voice was higher than Jayce’s, Irish, and expressed with diction and clarity not normally used in everyday speech. Jayce responded with the same, cool, collected voice that he had been taught. ‘Never back down,’ Jayce thought. “Good afternoon Mr. Richards.” The Master then looked at Jayce with just a head turn. “My student!!” He finally smiled and walked over to Jayce looking quiet silly with his pants around his thighs, shirt making a pyramid around his thick, still hard cock. Jayce didn’t mind. He had seen his Master just being himself before. Jayce calmed down to his natural shy self and hugged his teacher, cock out and all.

Mickae finally went a day and a half without thinking of his still slightly throbbing asshole or Jayce. He was going around his usual schedule, his parents even noticed he was feeling better. Mickae felt like he had no holds on his life. Well, until Jayce found him in the restroom washing his hands…

“What the fuck do you want Queer?” Mickae was back. He wasn’t backing down to Jayce, no matter what he made him feel in his past. He was Mickae. A strong confident athlete. He could get any girl in the school. He wasn’t a fag. It was just a moment of bad judgement. He was a strong confident, powerful guy who….

In less than a second Jayce had moved with the speed of a jaguar, he ran to Mickae, jumped onto Mickae’s thigh with one foot. Jumping off and up onto mickae’s head, he wrapped his other leg around Mickae’s neck as he took him and Mickae down to the ground. Mickae fell onto his back. He opened his eyes to so jayce kneeling on top of him, one leg wrapped around his neck, one foot firmly planted on Mickae’s hand above his head.

At this point, Mickae remembered how it was to feel small.

Jayce’s eyes were back to being hard and curious. No compromise. No give. Nothing but dominance. There was no mistaking it. Jayce was in charge, and Mickae immediately forgot who he was. “Pull down my zipper.” Jayce’s deep voice was not angry. It was constant and fluid. Nothing had really changed. Mickae was the bottom, and Jayce was the top. Mickae tried to use his other hand to do what he was told, but Jayce smacked his hand away. “Pull down my zipper.” Mickae didn’t understand how he was supposed to do it, and Jayce wasn’t moving or giving clues. Mickae laid uncomfortably on the hard tiled floor confused. ‘How do I do…?’ Mickae finally realized he was supposed to use his teeth. He reached up, used his tongue to move the outer layer of the zipper across, and dug his teeth into the zipper. His neck painfully strained to release his prize. ‘My prize…? But… I’m not…’
As mickae’s teeth pull his zipper down, Jayce’s fat cock falls out. ‘Commando?’ Still soft, this was the first time Mickae saw Jayce’s cock this close soft. It didn’t last long. Mickae quickly saw the thick monster throb to life. It didn’t even look like it belonged to Jayce. Jayce was to short and stocky to have anything this big. It looked like it belonged to a real porn star. It looked like it needed to be worshipped. Mickae then realized how thick of a dick he had in his ass. Mickae realized the throbbing in his ass was back with a vengeance. He leaned forward as he started grinding into the tile with his ass only to be softly smacked away with Jayce’s hand yet again. Mickae was confused. What did Jayce want?

Mickae knew the answer. It would put him back into the place of being a little bottom bitch. It would mean giving up his manliness again… and he just couldn’t do that.
So why was he so hard and still staring at Jayce’s hard cock? Why couldn’t he knock Jayce off him? Why was his asshole still making him say what he didn’t want?

“Please let me suck it. Please fuck me. Do whatever you want. Just put it in me. I fucking need it! Please!!!”

As soon as Mickae said it, he knew he couldn’t go back. His brief return to masculinity and being the top dog was over. He reached out again and planted his lips around Jayce’s cock and sucked deep and hard. He had never sucked dick, nor had he ever had anyone give him head, but he had heard from his friends what a good blow job should feel like. He sucked like practice whore, and Jayce loved every moment of it.
Mickae worked the tip with the tongue and took half of it down while flattening his tongue. Every up stroke he fattened his tongue, and every down stroke he exposed more of his throat to Jayce’s attention consuming cock. He couldn’t get enough. Jayce didn’t produce precum, so Mickae knew it was up to him to get it wet. He needed Jayce to be proud of his skills. He needed to get Jayce to come back to his ass.
Jayce would never admit it, but this was the best head he ever had received. His cock was on fire with Mickae’s tongue skills. ‘Straight guys do give the best head,’ Jayce thought to himself with a chuckle. Jayce’s teacher was right. It doesn’t take more than a move of sudden dominance to correct a bitch. Mr. Richards had shown Jayce that when Jayce had explained to him the situation.
As soon as Jayce had finished explaining what his recent slut had done, Mr. Richards choke slammed Jayce to the ground with soft force. Where Jayce had practiced Jiu Jitsu to become unstoppable, Mr. Richard’s had mastered Tai Chi to be even more balanced at controlling people. “Do you understand?” Jayce laid on the ground surprised by the sudden movement and fear he felt, but quickly understood. “Yes sir.” Mr. Richards smile returned as quickly as it left when he chocked slammed Jayce. “Good. Now suck my dick. I haven’t gotten off yet today (laughs).” Jayce gets to work with focused vigor of the man who taught him everything. ‘Give to receive,’ Jayce thought.

Jayce was quickly losing control of his thoughts as he cradled Mickae’s head as Mickae sucked hard. Mickae’s neck may have been getting tired, his eyes may have been watering, but he wasn’t going to stop. He needed that dick tomorrow, and thought this would secure that cock in his ass giving him the scratch his gigantic hungry ass needed. Jayce realized his first moan had escaped his lips and quickly got under control. ‘Never let the power even out.’ Jayce then started slow face fucking Mickae. He was close, and he needed to get off or get in trouble for being late to class. AS his thrust got harder and harder, Mickae sucked deeper and longer on Jayce’s beautiful thick cock. Jayce unloaded into Mickae’s still active tongue. Mickae didn’t even know what to think of cum. He was too turned on to think it tasted weird, but he knew it wasn’t normal, especially at these volumes. Jayce drowned him. Mickae now understood why he was so lubed up for the bed post. Jayce kept coming and kept fucking Mickae’s face through the orgasm and till he got soft. After he finished, he got up and left Mickae on the floor. Mickae, with cum streaming of his face, a throat full of cum, and a throbbing asshole and hard as a rock dick, came in his pants when Jayce left. He didn’t know how or why, but he lost his control and came hard. He humped the air like slut with vibrating panties. He came hard as his butt clamped down on his g-spot giving him more throws of his orgasm. His fat meaty butt driving into the tile to shock his prostate again and again.

Mickae calmed down and washed the cum off his face. Looked himself in the mirror, then looked away ashamed. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t deny it. It was there like the cum dripping off his ear he missed when washing his face…

“I’m a fag…”

 

[KXC]

any feedback on the story guys. good and bad i'd love to hear it.

 

[tonybits]

Awesome story!

 

[deanhuge]

It's going really well...I wonder what would happen if his Jock friends find out he is a bitch.

 

[KXC]

Big Bottom
Mickae and Jayce
Part 5
Size thirteen lightly hairy feet.
A 1998 volvo wagon slowly pulls into the school
Olive skin and thick hairy calves
The Wagon squeaks over the schools speed bumps
Thick, hairy, Juicy ass bulging out of a jockstrap twitching in anticipation
Squealing as it picks up speed heading to the parking lot
Thick, lightly dusted, meat shield of a back rising and falling with husky breath
The wagon squeaks to a stop headlights blinding a young man standing naked, and hard

Mickae stood in the parking lot slightly nervous. He didn’t know why he was doing this. His skin, covered in goose bumps, made him even more sensitive. Mickae stood there, moving his hands nervously side to side in his jockstrap. ‘Fuck man this is weird,’ Mickae thought. The lights of the beat up Volvo shinned dully on Mickae’s hairy body. His thick meaty pecs and tight nipples sucked up some of the light with his slightly hairy pecs. His bright brown eyes were squinted and his thick brows knitted to block out some of the light. His mouth was partially open as he huskily breathed in the potential sex in the air. He wanted this. He needed this. He waited days for this. Jayce was gonna make Mickae’s scruff, strong jawed mouth beg for each thrust, and Mickae knew this to be true.

Suddenly the lights of Jayce’s car turned off, and Mickae was left in the dark. Mickae’s eyes eventually accepted the darkness of the night, and he was able to see into Jayce’s car to see Jayce’s hand patiently waving Mickae to come to the back of the shit mobile. Mickae, eager to get out of the awkwardness of the night, double timed it to the back of Jayce’s wagon with his thick bubble but barely being contained inside his straining jockstrap. With each jiggle, Mickae’s butt button was more and more thirsty for cock. Mickae got into the back of the wagon. He kneeled down under the high wagon roof not sure what to do in his situation. Jayce turned his head around, and in the dark, Mickae could see Jayce’s piercing blue eyes under his floppy blonde hair. “What do you want Mickae?”

Mickae didn’t hesitate. He didn’t want to think about gay or straight right now. He needed this. “Please fuck me Jayce. Please make me cum. You promised.”

With the same lightning speed that he used to take Jayce down in the bathroom, he went from the front seat to the back seat and was on top of Mickae in seconds. Mickae was on his back breathing heavily. The blanket under him did little to stop the hard feeling of metal under his butt. It was cold, and the feeling just gave him more goose bumps on his already sexually aroused skin. He loved being on his back. He loved Jayce being on top of him. ‘I love Jayce…’ Mickae pushed the thought out of his head. He just wanted to get fucked.
That’s all this was.

Mickae let Jayce move his legs to let Jayce in between them. Jayce was now on knees and palms on top of Mickae’s chest. Mickae’s big body and tall stature made it so Jayce couldn’t reach his face in this position, but Mickae quickly learned that Jayce could take advantage of other things. Mickae watched as Jayce moved to his right night and clamped down hard with vicious sucking. This sudden movement and pressure made Mickae gasp in surprise and pleasure. ‘Just fuck me. Why do you take so long? Please just fuck me and be done!!!’ These types of thoughts flowed through his head as Mickae felt Jayce suck on his left nipple with the same enthusiasm. Mickae was panting and grabbing at Jayce’s arms trying to pull him up to fuck him. In spite of Mickae’s mental wishes, Jayce moved down to Mickae’s thick midsection and V cut. Mickae had enough fat on him to not have his abs show, but to allow his strong V to appear over his jock strap. Mickae began to whine like a bitch in heat as he felt Jayce lick all the sensitive spots of his midsection. Mickae couldn’t help himself. He grinded his hips into Jayce’s taunt rippling stomach covered by his normal hoodie.
Mickae than realized Jayce hadn’t taken off his clothes at all. Mickae tried to remove Jayce’s hoodie, but Jayce quickly moved Mickae’s hands to his sides and stared him down. The look Mickae received daring, and intoxicating.
‘I don’t want to be in charge,’ Mickae thought with thirst. He then laid limp as Jayce moved back to his new goal. Mickae’s V cuts were being coated with spit as Jayce licked them like sugar sticks. Jayce couldn’t stay still. He started humping the blanket as Jayce moved lower on each side with deliberate slowness. Mickae knew this was just about Jayce showing who was in charge, but it still made him want more. With a slight heave, Mickae felt his legs lifted over Jayce’s shoulders as Jayce suddenly, and with expert wolf like skill, attack Mickae’s ass with his mouth. Mickae let out a scream of pleasure. A mouth was close enough to what he needed right now. The sucking on his hole, the tongue whipping he was receiving, and the nibbling of his cheeks were driving him to a lust phase he hadn’t hit before.

“Fuck Me FUCKR. JUST FUCK ME PLEASE!!! DAMNIT FUCK ME!!!”

Jayce stopped the tongue assault and slowly looked up to Mickae’s face. Mickae looked back with a hungry bottom dominance. Mickae needed to get fucked. He made it known. There was no backing down now.
Jayce smiled very slowly with the similarity of a Cheshire cat.

“O.K”

Mickae didn’t know when Jayce had undid his pants, nor did he feel the lube that had been entering his ass with each finger fuck between the evil tongue beating, but he did know when Jayce entered with one slow forceful thrust. Mickae’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as the cock bottomed out and the balls of Jayce slapped his ass. Mickae was by no means loose, but by the time Jayce had finished his tongue fuck, Mickae was well on his way to being a waiting, thirsty cunt. Jayce kept the slow and forceful fuck going nonstop. Every time he pulled back, he immediately thrust forward with slow confidence till he bottomed out and the balls slapped Mickae’s thick hungry ass like a pendulum .

“Fuck yea.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Fuck Me. “
“Oh Yes.”
“Fuck Yea.”
“UGH!!!”
Words and sounds like this escaped Mickae with every concentrated thrust delivered to his asshole. He didn’t care if he was heard. He didn’t care if anyone knew what was happening to him. He just needed the dick.
And then Mickae came. His dick wasn’t hard, but he knew that it didn’t need to be to cum anymore. He body seized on Jayce’s dick and tightened to a vice grip as his abs tightened to steal. Mickae’s back arched as he released a silent scream.

“Blacking out again I see.”
Mickae awoke to see Jayce still on top of him hard and in side of him. Mickae didn’t know how long he was out for, but it couldn’t had been long with Jayce still being hard. Well, that’s what he thought till Jayce pulled out his cum covered cock.
“If you are wondering, you came six times and you’ve been coming in and out of consciousness for the hour. Didn’t know you needed it that badly. Whatever.” Mickae realized he was exhausted and sweaty. He throat was raw with the screaming, and his ass wasn’t even trying to close up anymore.
He had been thoroughlyfucked.
And suddenly, a camera had flashed into Jayce’s car.

‘I’m so fucked.’

 

[deleted871301]

Oh Dude... You're good :biggrin1:

Looking forward to reading more :wink:

 

[deanhuge]

Nice...cliffhanger. Always leave them wanting more, I say.

 

[spicy1230]

Great story keep it up

 

[KXC]

Mickae and Jayce
Big Bottoms
Part 6

Mickae didn’t like this. It hurt, but he still felt turned on. Staring at his ocean blue carpet. His big butt jiggled with each thrust as his jeans threatened to burst around his bulging thighs as he tried to accommodate the heavy weight on top of him. His chest and nipples were being rug burned on carpet and grouped and pinched when they weren’t toughing to floor. His bright brown eyes were unseen behind his closed tit lids with thick lashes. He hated this, but he liked this.
‘God can’t he just finish?’

Mickae laid on his stomach feeling every short and angry thrust directed at his twitching raw asshole. The cock wasn’t big enough to penetrate through his beefy but and to his G-spot. It was just rubbing his entrance. It was nothing like Jayce….
He missed Jayce….
But they hadn’t talked since Jayce threw him out of the wagon when the picture was taken. Mickae laid on the ground in just his jock strap. Cum quickly leaked from his ass. The picture taker was already sprinting into the woods. Mickae laid sat on the ground in confused betrayal as Jayce speed off squeaking in his Volvo all the way home. Mickae stood up and walked to his truck with flowing out of his relaxed and happy butthole and down his leg. He was scared, but mostly, he was sated. Jayce didn’t look at him at school the next day. He didn’t even acknowledge him when Mickae pleaded with him to find out who took the picture. Mickae was terrified, but he was mostly hurt. He thought Jayce liked him. He thought they had something secret. Mickae thought Jayce was more than just the top in the relationship…
Relationship?
He didn’t really know what it was, but he couldn’t get Jayce to talk to him to find out the answer.

Meanwhile, back at school, everything remained normal but Mickae. Nobody knew the big bottoms secret, but they could tell something was bothering him. As they dug, Mickae became more fear stricken. The thought of them finding out was too much. In an attempt to pull him out of his funk, his football buddies decided to throw him a party at his house. They all knew Mickae’s parents well enough to tell them he was stressed out and wanted to do something great for him. Mickae’s parents agreed, and the plans for the end of the week became solid. Football practice was the only relief Mickae got from his anxiety. The constant slamming of pads, grope of hands, and extreme strain on his body was enough to drive him from his dark mental abode. Every slap on his ass drove him secretly wild. He knew that his butt was a hot commodity, but now he was thinking about who it was a commodity for. He wanted to get fucked again, but he only wanted one person to fuck him.

Mickae talked to coach about the plays and the way things were going with the team like usual after practice, and ended up showering late. He didn’t even hear the door open, but he did feel a malevolent presence behind him.
Leaning on the wall in a tight black shirt and fitted jeans around thighs was none other than Ashley.

“ I’m sorry,” Ashely said with her head down. “For what?” Mickae turned around naked. He lost his ability to feel uncomfortable about nudity from football and his recent adventures with Jayce. “For raping you. You were right. I’m a monster. Let me make it up to you.” As she started stripping, Mickae knew he should have been turned on. Hell he wanted to be, but something was blocking it. Jayce was blocking it. His twitching G-spot was blocking it. Mickae explains that he has to go, and runs out of the shower, leaving Ashley crying in confusion yet again. Mickae knew that there was no way he should have left her in the bathroom. He should have fucked her brains out. That’s what his straight football buddies would have done. Mickae thought about it, and didn’t even know he was straight or not. He didn’t know anything anymore

The week goes by to Saturday. The team won their prelims for the tournament, so the party that was going to be was already heating up at the stadium.

“Party at Mickae’s house!!!!” Mickae looks around confused. He didn’t want people to be at his house. Not with his mixed feelings. Not with guys!!!
Not with teammates. But the groups, and Mickae, crowded his house hours later with expected beer, girls, and music.
Mickae tried to stay sober and unnoticed, which his teammates quickly caught on to and tried to change . Mickae was picked up, moved, and forced to the table till he downed 8 beers back to back. He knew the alcohol would hit hard, and tried to escape before the new inner him escaped. With each beat of his heart, he felt his asshole become more and more hungry. The feelings of fear and anxiety escaped, and he was becoming old Mickae with a new twist. A twist for ass play was getting to him, and was quickly losing his ability to care about it. He kept downing alcohol. The more he downed, the more he joked with his guy friends by sitting on their laps, or dancing on their crotches. They all thought it was in good humor, but one party guest knew different.
Mickae headed up to his bathroom to take a piss. He had a private bathroom connected to his bedroom, and had enough sense to not try and do a group pee with his buddies.
He didn’t lock the door, and he didn’t hear an angry guy walk in behind him.

But he did hear a video playing of strange muddled sex sounds and a name he was having trouble making out.
“Fuck me Jayce!!!!”

Mickae quickly whipped around, pants still around his beefy thighs, to see a sneering guy staring back at him. “Brandon? What the fuck!!!”

Brandon sneered wider as Mickae’s feelings of fear drenched his face.
Mickae reached out to try and snatch the phone, but in his drunken state, fell face first at Brandon’s shoes. Mickae looked up to see Brandon smiling a menacing smile him. Mickae knew this was bad. This was not the kind Brandon he knew. This Brandon was drunk off power he knew he was having and was going to have.
“Brandon please. Fucking delete that. Nobody can know that…”
“That you what Mickae? Like taking it up the ass?”

Micake couldn’t respond. The video showed everything. Mickae would be ruined. His entire college career could be taken with one video. He knew this was bad, and was willing to gamble he knew what Brandon wanted.

“I’ll let you fuck me… if that’s what you want. What do you want? What did I do to you?”

“Oh I was gonna fuck you either way. But it’s not the fuck I want from you. I want you to scream my name. I want you to beg for it. I want to hear moan the way you did for him. I want to hear the sound your slutty ass makes like when he banged you.”
Mickae was so intoxicated that he didn’t fully comprehend what Brandon was mad about. He didn’t even know why this was happening. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this all to be behind him.
“So if you fuck me, you’ll get rid of the video?”
Brand on laughed even harder at Mickae. This bottom bitch, who took the love of his life, had to ask the stupidest questions. Friendship was out the window. Brandon was driven into a jealous rage that only had one option.
“Me fucking you is only making sure the video stays between you and me.”
And with that, Brandon pulled down his jeans and threw Mickae on to his stomach. Mickae laid there quietly as Brandon got into position on Mickae’s juicy bubble butt.
‘Maybe I’ll like it. I mean getting fucked feels pretty good.’
Mickae quickly learned that Brandon was not in the mood to make Mickae feel good. He only wanted to assert dominance, and he knew fucking was the way to do it. Mickae heard Brandon spit on his hand, and then he felt it rubbed onto his anticipating asshole. With one thrust, Brandon pushed hard and as deep as he could into Mickaes jiggly, beefy ass. Mickae bit down on his hand. This was nothing like how Jayce fucked. Jayce was gentle and focused on making Mickae come like he wanted. Brandon was fucking all get out. Mickae didn’t enjoy this. He didn’t like Brandon. He liked Jayce. He needed Jayce. He also needed the video to stay low for a couple of more weeks for school. So as slapping sounds were made on Mickae’s ass, Mickae stayed quiet like a little bitch as Brandon pounded his cheeks with gusto.
“You like that bitch? You aren’t anything more than a walking cunt. You play all this big game, but deep down, you are just a cock whore aren’t you?”

Brandon went to town on Mickae’s self-esteem as he slapped Mickae’s ass with hard slaps that rang in the bedroom. Mickae laid there.
‘Why can’t he just finish?’
“Tilt your ass up, I wanna go deeper. Your thick ass is stopping me from bottoming out. Fucking slut. Yea. Just like that. Aww that feels better.”
Mickae did as he was told, and Brandon did what he wanted, but he still wasn’t hitting Mickae’s spot. Mickae just laid there as he and Brandon started sweating. The fucking pace was getting more and more intense. Mickae was burnt raw on his butthole as Brandon didn’t let up or slow down. His weightlifting made sure he could go more than just the distance. The slaps on his ass and the fingers digging into his broad muscular shoulders were making his body hurt, but he dare not cry out. The music of the party was loud, but it wasn’t that loud. He knew that if he caused a scene, his entire career would be ruined.
‘Jayce please help. Jayce be here. I’d rather it be you than him. Please’

But Jayce didn’t show. He was right outside the door planning how to solve the Brandon problem without being noticed.
‘I can’t allow sluts fucking my sluts,’ Jayce thought. He sat quietly at the doorframe in hair spiked into a fauxhawk, wearing baggy shorts that did nothing to cover his huge calves or stop showing his huge butt, and a tight fitting Abercrombie shirt. He knew how to blend in. Nobody knew who he was. His intimidating blue eyes made sure they didn’t ask.
Mickae was praying for Brandon to hurry up. The awkward closeness of Brandon on his neck, the skin slapping his ass, it was too close for Mickae. He was too close for Mickae. He wasn’t Jayce.
Finally with a hard thrust, he banged on Micka’s G-spot with the intention to just cum. Mickae didn’t know what to do, because he hadn’t been expecting to cum, but he did. With that one thrust, the entire experience was worth it.
Mickae was trying hide his orgasm, but he was too drunk to stop his body from screaming out in release from his tension. His clamped down hard on Brandon’s 4 inch cock. Brandon cried out harder as his dick was squeezed tightly. God Mickae’s ass felt amazing. He came for less than 15 seconds, and then collapsed on Mickae’s back, his dick slipping quickly out of mickaes ass.
“That was fun slut. I’m going to enjoy that for the rest of the semester. Catch you later faggot.”
With those resounding words, Brandon got up and let. Mickae laid on the floor confused, and more horny than before.